The first feature by British TV director Barnaby Southcombe, this slick, tricksy thriller, an Anglo-German co-production, stars the director's mother, Charlotte Rampling, as the eponymous Anna, a salesperson in Peter Jones's bedroom furniture department, who picks up a sleazy partner at a West End speed-dating evening and is seen the next morning emerging from a tower block at the Barbican where his battered corpse is found. The witness to her departure is Bernie (Gabriel Byrne), a sad detective chief inspector, who rapidly becomes fascinated by her, their hooded eyeball-to-eyeball exchanges being something to watch. She's apparently suffering from amnesia, while he has evidently forgotten everything he learnt about police procedure. Next time out, Southcombe should get someone else to write the screenplay, though he should engage the same photographer, Ben Smithard, who lit The Damned United and My Week With Marilyn and has done a classy noir job here.